"Know, oh master, that between the years when the Three Books were published, and the years of the rise of the Rebellious Lords, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining worlds and empires lay spread across space like gleaming embroideries on an opulent tapestry — Darrian, the Solomani Confederation, the Hiver Federation, the Consulate with its sinister mind-wizards and mysterious ways, the Sword Worlds with their manly men and women, Regina that bordered on the turbulent Vargr Extents, the Two Thousand Worlds with their homicidal herbivorous hexapods, the Hierate where they spoke of honor and stole land. But the proudest empire of them all was the Imperium, reigning supreme at the very center of the map. Hither came Canon, the Inflexible, strong-willed, opinionated, pen in hand, a bully, a tyrant, a martinet, with vast knowledge and even vaster ignorance, to tread the free-spirited referees of the hobby under his metaphorical feet."
— The Travellers' Tales.
— The Travellers' Tales.
